words by dominic riccitello

i walk your rhythm
holding your hand
flowing within
i touch your brain
holding your lobes
flowing within
i tango your being
grasping your body
flowing within
you talk of things
dates and hiv
the hollow lies there
eyes roll back
feels of sudden black
anxiety caresses the deepest cracks
you say you frightened
yet i am not frightened
saddened from feelings
broken memories
we wade in the black
of a darkened conversation
first date to hundredth date
nostalgia fills my being
i lie in thoughts
knees feel buckling
heart begins melting
you ask if i’m fine
fine i am
the thing which scares me
you seem not to be